you guessed that he was here.”
“That who was here?”
“Your child—your son—your Andrea!”
“I did guess it,” replied the major with the greatest possible coolness. “Then he is here?”
“He is,” said Monte Cristo; “when the valet de chambre came in just now, he told me of his arrival.”
“Ah, very well, very well,” said the major, clutching the buttons of his coat at each exclamation.
“My dear sir,” said Monte Cristo, “I understand your emotion; you must have time to recover yourself. I will, in the meantime, go and prepare the young man for this much-desired